Chapter 38 undercurrent surge

Thunder bursts, lightning like knives, dark clouds surged down, and the sky finally rained heavily. In a moment, it poured out, quickly washed the blood of the dead on the ground and rushed into the surging stream.

The rain silk is obliquely woven, the dark clouds are drooping, and the sky is as dark as dusk, as if to indicate the end of Xianxiamen. They are dead and all dead. They are wearing the white clothes decorated with peach blossoms in Xianxiamen, lying outside the manor and lying in front of the mountain gate.

It was the evening of the next day when he rushed from Wanjuefeng to the vicinity of Xianxia Mountain. After flying with his sword almost all day and a night, he refused to forgive the remaining half of his mana. Running that consumed his physical strength has become the best way to recover his mana now.

When he came to the tea garden at the bottom of Xianxia Mountain, the dead body on the ground made Yun Feichen tremble all over his body, and the immortal sword in his hand also couldn't help singing, and the tears were like broken eaves, rolling down.

Looking around, it was Xiaohui who was lying at the mouth of the manor. At this time, her clothes were not neat, just like a pool of fat lying there. Feichen didn't know why only her lower body was not wearing clothes among more than a dozen disciples. Maybe it was a mistake to look different. Although she was not good-looking, there was no doubt that Huier was Xianxiamen. The only disciple who is suitable for guarding the mountain gate, as long as he stands on the ladder of the mountain gate, no one can walk past her. It is also her 'enthusiastic retention' that made Sun Zinclin rush to the mountain two years ago and go away annoy. Although it took Feichen to learn about it a long time after this flirting incident, he is sure that Huier is very hospitable, but it's just too 'good. 'You're welcome.

But somehow, she can't hide her pity. She shouldn't be raped first and then killed...

He knew that he had come too late. There was no war here, no shouting, and the body had already been stiff. I don't know whether he died for a day or two.

Xianxia Mountain, only silence, quiet and terrible...

Step by step, he stepped on the mountain gate with difficulty. At this time, he was very scared. For the first time, he was afraid to see his master and sisters lying on the ground like Xiao Hui.

"Hee hee, sir, you really want to kill now." Qiaoyan felt the anger and consciously turned out of the immortal sword. Looking at Feichen's crazy smile, her face seemed to have a kind of almost crazy love for killing.

"..." Feichen didn't say anything. He walked silently to the mountain gate, but the violent anger came from his heart. As Qiaoyan said, he just wanted to kill people now.

"All of them are dead. They have something to do with your evil. After all, they can't escape the fate of death." Qiaoyan turned her back to Feichen, and her figure was erratic. She didn't know what she thought. She looked like two people, and her personality was sometimes good and sometimes bumpy.

"Hit up." This time, Feichen stopped unexpectedly. He was almost blinded by hatred at this moment.

"There is no one who got the immortal sword who is not the most evil murderer in the world. Even if you are not now, you will be in the future. It is not wrong to say that you are a demon." Qiaoyan's expression was flat, and obviously he didn't care about Feichen's stop at all.

When I got to the peak, the three- or four-person-high stone pillar gate had collapsed, leaving only two ** bare pillars. The plaque of Xianxia School fell to the ground, and I don't know how many people had stepped on it.

More than a hundred people stood in front of the broken Xianxia Hall and humiliated their master in a low voice with laughter, while the middle-aged man standing in front of Ru Yushi and his senior sister laughed loudly, contempt or secretly happy.

Under the complete anger of Feichen, he was angry from his heart. He didn't know where it came from. It was so surging that it made the immortal sword excited inexplicably.

"Ha ha, who the hell are you? Why is there such a strong and arrogant? What is the familiar atmosphere? It's strange that I can't remember." Qiaoyan was suspended next to Feichen, watching the other party slaughter the doorman of the dust faction, and the limbs being cut off one by one. He smiled thoughtfully and enjoyed the beautiful time.

And the immortal sword felt the anger, and in an instant, it released a stronger anger to arouse resonance. It was so pure that there was only the breath of the dead, covering the ruins of the whole Xianxia Hall.

"It's the younger brother... Master, it's the younger brother!" Lin Ruyue stared at the sword-like man in front of her, and the enthusiasm in her eyes reached its peak.

"Don't lie to me. This is because I miss him so much. Even if the little brother is talented, he can't reach this point." Ru Yushi looked at the dark night in the distance and the hazy man with a sword in his hand, and her eyes were stunned for a moment.

Chang Ruiting rubbed her tears and looked surprised: "Master... It seems that he is really a little brother. It's the little brother who came to save us!"

The sound of the broken body shield bursts, approaching Feichen's side, but it can't even make an effective attack. It will be cut into pieces by the immortal sword. Feichen keeps walking, just like a person who is not in the way.

A man who didn't know whether he was alive or died leaned in and was cut into two sections. His intestines flowed all over the ground without knowing it, and even the body shield could not resist it. This is the immortal sword, a sword of the strongest and evil in the world.

Feichen has gone through an increasing number of amputated limbs and corpses. Gradually, no one dares to approach him again. No one knows who this unknown teenager is. When did a woman-only Xianxia faction have such a disciple? Who was that broken shout and screamed?

The next moment, Feichen, who walked to the ruins of Xianxia Hall, knelt down and hugged the seriously injured Ru Yushi.

"Master...wow... Feichen came late... It's all because Feichen didn't listen to what the master said, stubbornly built mistakes, and even today's Xianxiamen was in great trouble." On the way to the flight of the Royal Sword, Feichen has long thought about it clearly. In recent years, the Xianxia faction has been in harmony with the surrounding factions. Except for fighting with Sun Zinclin two years ago, there was no hatred. At that time, when he went to look for the Ziwu chasing Yang Sword and first met the lucky double snow, Sun Zinclin's expression was extremely abnormal. Now he has suffered this great disaster, except in the Qing Xuanmen. In addition to being able to do such things under cover-up, who else can directly enter the skin of Qingxuanmen through the protection of so many sects?

"You... What are you doing, you monkey? Your strength is not as good as your senior sister... You are so stupid. You are so difficult, but you bump into this place... Well, now you are going to die..." In a daze, Ru Yushi's hand stroked her lover's face, but there was a little anger and blame in her heart, but there is no doubt that she was gratified. Of.

"Master... No, no one will die. I won't let anyone from Xianxia die again! I... I will never let anyone die again..." He shook his head regretfully. Feichen hugged his master tightly. There were enough people sent by Xianxia to die. He vowed that he would never let anyone die again.

Except for Fang Zhizi, who was unconscious, Lin Ruyue, Chang Ruiting and Xi Manxiang couldn't help crying after listening to it. However, someone wanted to destroy the short gathering of the master and apprentice.

"Little bitch, you are so rampant!" The Chenyuan disciple with a sharp-billed monkey's cheek stood up. A red fairy sword in his hand was burning, and his momentum was also amazing. This man was one of the most proud closed disciples of Wu Tie.